A poem, if I may~

She made friends with the bugs and bees,
she found treasures in the mud.
The trees danced with her,
the birds called her name,
the cat held her close.

She could spend hours on her own,
her world was massive.
She looked deep into it
and knew she belonged.

She chased the wind
and let the sun burn her skin.
She loved to dance in the rain.

She figured she had so many friends-
oh, what a wonderful life!

The clouds didn’t just have silver linings;
there were pearls studded in them.